Dinah Laurel Lance (worefishnets) wrote in starling_city, @ 2013-11-10 00:18:00 |
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From spending over a month stuck in a hotel with demanding, screaming people, loud friends, nearly dying more then a few times, having one evening alone in her apartment Laurel found the night to be lonely in a deathly silence. She had spent the afternoon shopping, the evening cleaning her apartment, and after a long bag, she sat on her couch with a wine bottle, frozen dinner, and the new on.
Normally she didn't let this bother her, she would eat, work, drink while she watch the new, then sleep, in that order. However, being with Jo and Thea for so long and with how demanding her time was to help people at the hotel, she didn't have time to do any of that. Sighing she reached for her bag, she had some sleeping pills that she would take now and then after Tommy's death since she still suffered from nightmares once and awhile.
She hadn't took a pill when she was at the hotel as well, mainly because she didn't want to explain them to Jo or Thea that matter, it would mean she would have to talk about Tommy and the guilt she still carried, even if he was alive in the city, somewhere. She would have to check on him tomorrow, make sure he was alright and then for a fleeting moment she wondered if he was even still here, alive. What if seeing him was figment of her imagination?
Picking up the glass, she sipped some more wine and looked at the bottle in her hand. She was so tired, worn out from life. Things weren't simple, even work, with Adam having a crush on her, it was stressful. However, soon she will be able to lose herself into her work again. Moira case was coming up, she still had to put together a team to hunt the Hood.
Sighing since he was the last person she wanted to think about, Laurel put the pills back in her bag and sat it on the floor. She poured her another glass of wine, curled up on the couch, her eyes rested on the television for awhile as she sipped her wine just trying to relax, letting all the worry, confusing, guesses, fade out of her mind.
The thing about Laurel, her brain barely shut off, she had to over analyze everything. Which basically put her thoughts running around in circles, which meant she was going to have to take a pill tonight. She sat up, pulled the bag next to her, got the pills back out. Without seconding guessing herself again, she open the bottle, picked up two pills and downed them, washing them down with the last of her wine. Hoping the wine would help make the pills number her quicker.